Snowfall

I have found life in the buzzing corpse of neon lights;
A heavenly peace in the stop and go of street signs.

A siren’s wail up and down on viola strings;
Impregnation in the heart of luminous dreams.

Oil black canvas spattered with prismic waves;
Onyx cut glass dancing with vapor rays.

Down a hallway dripping in blacklight graffiti,
Sits a coal covered figure so beastly.

Snowfall blankets his shoulders in crescent admission,
While my cheeks greet the tears scorned from my vision.

Rainbow variegation plays tag on the ceiling;
As the city’s lungs stay heaving.

Friend of mine, the world is more than black and white,
Just twist the stone for bends of light.

I have found life in cityscape showers,
In the eerie beauty of midnight hours.

Fresh snow sliced with tire paths;
Club pounding laced with static laughs.

In a room where silence sleeps,
Behind a wall where morning creeps-

Snowfall blankets his shoulders.